My first order, last night, was a pick-up of medications at a place in Carmel, going to Fairland. I had time- they weren't going to be ready with it yet, so I delayed a little, and decided I should get my money order taken care of, for rent... even if I decide not to stay where I am, just to get it out of the way. So I went to Kroger, and nobody was there at the customer service desk. I had time, but not that much time. I said "What the fuck", or "Mother fucker", or both, as I waited. I only waited about 20 seconds, though, before a very petite Latin-looking girl came my way. I quickly changed moods, as to not let it wash over. I understand how things go. I was just in a rush. But that is me. She was nice.
As I was at the counter, another male- Young Black, came and got change for a five. The money order was for 482 dollars. On the way out, I walked out first, with the money order blowing in the wind in my hand, and he was walking behind me but quickly overtook me from behind. Here, I did have a thought as he was behind me, "what if he ran up and grabbed it out of my hands"- and had a thought to just give it to him, after. To let go of the money (I kind of wish I had it to give).
I went to my car, and drove across the street, to Whole Foods. On the way in I don't know why I still had it with me- the money order, but I folded it up and put it in my pocket. I bought some apple cider vinegar, that I had forgotten the first time I went that day. In line, I went to "Mel"'s line, and a male nurse was ahead of me. Very tall, bearded, and wearing bright colors. Mel began to re-tie her apron, and as she did I sort of checked her out, as it exposed a rather shapely, sexy body, as she made it snug around her. The curve of her back, to her ass, and her breasts from her chest and to lower abdomen. She turned her head to see me, and smiled, as I did, to her- the social smile we all do to disarm each other/ourselves. Once it was getting to be my turn, I turned around and saw a lady, who also did the social smile, as I did back. Mel said goodbye to the towering, bearded male nurse, but it was actually hello to me. I thought she said "have a good one" to him. It was "how are you doing?". It took me a second to process it back, but then caught it, and laughed, and explained, and she joined the laugh.
I dropped my money order in there, but didn't realize, until later.
After there, I went straight north, to pick up the order, a couple of miles away, and it wasn't ready yet, so I went inside and hung out in the presence of the girls who were packing it.
They told me it was promised before 10, but that they had told the customer that it might be later. It was about 9:10 by the time I got loaded, about a half hour after it was supposed to be done.
After this, I went to get my phone that I had forgotten at my apartment. This would still put me there at about 10 or before, at the destination. I need the phone for GPS and to receive orders. And the apartment isn't far out of the way. But I picked that up, and then as I sat at the gate trying to figure out which way to go out of it- which way was faster- right to Michigan down to 65-465-74 or left to Ditch to Spring Mill, to 465-74, I got a call telling me of another order, picking up a heart and veins at an organ procurement place. At first the dispatcher intended to have me do this after, but I told him where I was, and we both seemed to think that I could get there to pick that up and make it to the other drop off, not much later than I was supposed to be there- not much later than 10. I was wrong.
By the time I picked up the heart and veins, it was 9:50. At this point I had 10 minutes to drive a half hour's worth of driving to make it on time. And as I got in my car, I realized something: My money order was missing. Nowhere in my pockets, or car. I cursed God, many times, starting then. I wanted to die. It's better to be/have nothing-- Nothing can be taken away. I was really frustrated. I had just lost my rent money, and didn't have surplus. I'd have to ask my dad, again, for cash, for help. This messed me up, on the way to Fairland. I got on 65, wanting to go back and retrace my steps but knowing it was important what I was doing now- knowing I had to keep going, despite myself. But my mind was taking me north. I didn't stay on 65. 65 and 38th street run together where I entered it, sort of. I missed the fork to go on 65 and stayed on 38th, and went miles out of the way, in city traffic. This wasted a further 20 minutes, or so.
By the time I got to Christopher Ln, in Fairland- the location of the patient, Kendra Booth, it was 45 minutes late, and I just realized seeing a nurses car from St. Franciscan, what kind of order this was... One of those where they come out and set up chemotherapy (or something), and teach the patient and family how to do it. The license plate of this vehicle began with 689- numbers I see "23" with. They add to 23, and of any combination of numbers as are standardized, they are the most balanced, together (visually), and share commonalities, in that they all have the circle, like 0. They are like zero. Blood vessels are circles. Eyes are circles. Orbits. Circles of legs as they propel. Joint movements. Eggs. Stars. Earth. Hmm. Try to argue it. I know you want to. I'm just so obvious that it's hard to accept. So simple. You can fight it (you will), but you will lose. The circle is just simple. Common. Balance. Flow.
The husband, Brian, signed for it. He didn't express anger, or anything, but as I turned around and saw the wife, Kendra, she seemed a little annoyed at how long it took. I apologized as much as I could, without going over. The husband was wearing a shirt identifying membership to a firefighters union. He had a red-beard, and hair.
As I was at the counter, another male- Young Black, came and got change for a five. The money order was for 482 dollars. On the way out, I walked out first, with the money order blowing in the wind in my hand, and he was walking behind me but quickly overtook me from behind. Here, I did have a thought as he was behind me, "what if he ran up and grabbed it out of my hands"- and had a thought to just give it to him, after. To let go of the money (I kind of wish I had it to give).
I went to my car, and drove across the street, to Whole Foods. On the way in I don't know why I still had it with me- the money order, but I folded it up and put it in my pocket. I bought some apple cider vinegar, that I had forgotten the first time I went that day. In line, I went to "Mel"'s line, and a male nurse was ahead of me. Very tall, bearded, and wearing bright colors. Mel began to re-tie her apron, and as she did I sort of checked her out, as it exposed a rather shapely, sexy body, as she made it snug around her. The curve of her back, to her ass, and her breasts from her chest and to lower abdomen. She turned her head to see me, and smiled, as I did, to her- the social smile we all do to disarm each other/ourselves. Once it was getting to be my turn, I turned around and saw a lady, who also did the social smile, as I did back. Mel said goodbye to the towering, bearded male nurse, but it was actually hello to me. I thought she said "have a good one" to him. It was "how are you doing?". It took me a second to process it back, but then caught it, and laughed, and explained, and she joined the laugh.
I dropped my money order in there, but didn't realize, until later.
After there, I went straight north, to pick up the order, a couple of miles away, and it wasn't ready yet, so I went inside and hung out in the presence of the girls who were packing it.
They told me it was promised before 10, but that they had told the customer that it might be later. It was about 9:10 by the time I got loaded, about a half hour after it was supposed to be done.
After this, I went to get my phone that I had forgotten at my apartment. This would still put me there at about 10 or before, at the destination. I need the phone for GPS and to receive orders. And the apartment isn't far out of the way. But I picked that up, and then as I sat at the gate trying to figure out which way to go out of it- which way was faster- right to Michigan down to 65-465-74 or left to Ditch to Spring Mill, to 465-74, I got a call telling me of another order, picking up a heart and veins at an organ procurement place. At first the dispatcher intended to have me do this after, but I told him where I was, and we both seemed to think that I could get there to pick that up and make it to the other drop off, not much later than I was supposed to be there- not much later than 10. I was wrong.
By the time I picked up the heart and veins, it was 9:50. At this point I had 10 minutes to drive a half hour's worth of driving to make it on time. And as I got in my car, I realized something: My money order was missing. Nowhere in my pockets, or car. I cursed God, many times, starting then. I wanted to die. It's better to be/have nothing-- Nothing can be taken away. I was really frustrated. I had just lost my rent money, and didn't have surplus. I'd have to ask my dad, again, for cash, for help. This messed me up, on the way to Fairland. I got on 65, wanting to go back and retrace my steps but knowing it was important what I was doing now- knowing I had to keep going, despite myself. But my mind was taking me north. I didn't stay on 65. 65 and 38th street run together where I entered it, sort of. I missed the fork to go on 65 and stayed on 38th, and went miles out of the way, in city traffic. This wasted a further 20 minutes, or so.
By the time I got to Christopher Ln, in Fairland- the location of the patient, Kendra Booth, it was 45 minutes late, and I just realized seeing a nurses car from St. Franciscan, what kind of order this was... One of those where they come out and set up chemotherapy (or something), and teach the patient and family how to do it. The license plate of this vehicle began with 689- numbers I see "23" with. They add to 23, and of any combination of numbers as are standardized, they are the most balanced, together (visually), and share commonalities, in that they all have the circle, like 0. They are like zero. Blood vessels are circles. Eyes are circles. Orbits. Circles of legs as they propel. Joint movements. Eggs. Stars. Earth. Hmm. Try to argue it. I know you want to. I'm just so obvious that it's hard to accept. So simple. You can fight it (you will), but you will lose. The circle is just simple. Common. Balance. Flow.
The husband, Brian, signed for it. He didn't express anger, or anything, but as I turned around and saw the wife, Kendra, she seemed a little annoyed at how long it took. I apologized as much as I could, without going over. The husband was wearing a shirt identifying membership to a firefighters union. He had a red-beard, and hair.